A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 505: kiss

In a way, Harry thought he had more say.

He rubbed his forehead vigorously, and there seemed to be a thousand bees buzzing in his mind, and he repeatedly recalled the situation when the scar hurt. It was true that it was only stronger when Voldemort was present, with the exception of a few times when Voldemort's mood swings were violent, but since Occlumency, this has been much less frequent.

But he really is different. The voice in your head can testify.

Harry swallowed, picked up his wand, and tiptoed out of bed. There were two places to practice magic in Black's old house. Harry chose to go downstairs because the Weasleys, the Longbottoms, Fred and George, and Neville lived on the fourth floor. Sirius lives on the fifth floor, and his ears have always been very good.

The night was terribly silent, and the surroundings were pitch black. He didn't dare to turn on the magic lamp. He could only rely on his memory to **** in the darkness, stepping on the floor carefully. Every sound the size of a needle tip made him shudder, Harry. I couldn't help but be glad that I didn't wear shoes.

He quickly found the banister of the descending stairs, and his movements became lighter as he approached the second floor - this was where Hermione and Ginny lived. "Plop!" Harry missed a step. He missed a step and almost fell down. His heart was pounding, he held his breath, and listened carefully to the surrounding movement with his ears up.

Harry worried about waking Hermione and Ginny, and worried about waking up the portrait of Mrs. Black hanging on the wall of the first-floor foyer-she was Sirius' mother, and her mind was full of all kinds of decay, Old thinking, unfortunately, this thinking has been inherited by her portrait. Because too many people have moved in recently, she is obviously very reluctant, and she will use the most vicious language to curse when she catches the opportunity. If she wakes her up, she will never miss the opportunity to wake everyone up from their dreams of.

Harry waited quietly for more than ten seconds, but he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he heard nothing.

There was no accident on the next journey. Carefully avoiding the crumpled elf head on the first-floor stairway trim, or touching the umbrella stand made of the troll's broken leg, he found a trapdoor. He opened the door, and a staircase descended straight down.

Harry came to the second basement floor, and in front of him was an open space. The six sides of the room were all made of black stones. Professor Haip said that this might be the abandoned spell laboratory of the Black family, but when he, Ron, and Hermione came here, they only saw debris piled up in the corner, as well as thick dust and cobwebs.

It took half a day to clean the place. When the magic on it started working again, they had a decent training room.

There is a strong sound insulation here, and Harry didn't want anyone to hear what he was going to do next. He flipped the switch, and the torches on the wall lit up. In the center of the spacious basement, there are seven or eight tattered targets randomly placed, with traces of various magic left on them - all the results of their hard work these days.

He sat on a soft cushion with a hesitant expression.

"I'm just trying," Harry said to himself. He stood up, raised his wand, but couldn't make up his mind several times, finally, he gritted his teeth—

"Avada eats a big tile!"

A dazzling green light flew from the tip of the staff, and the spell missed, hitting the black stone wall. Harry was panting, all kinds of exhilarating feelings of destruction and killing flashed through his heart, the buzzing in his head was extremely excited, constantly tempting him, drumming his eardrums. But soon the Occlumency kicked in on its own, and he broke free, hating what he had done, hating what he had risked tonight, retching so intensely that he couldn't stop.

Perhaps what he should do most now is to go back obediently and pretend that nothing happened.

Until he heard a muffled scream.

Harry raised his head abruptly and looked in the direction of the entrance—there had been opened at some point, or he hadn't closed the door before, and he didn't have time to think about the reason, because now he had to deal with more difficult troubles.

"Ginny!?" Harry yelled with his mouth open.

Ginny stood at the door in a pajamas, she covered her mouth, her eyes were full of disbelief, she seemed terrified. Ginny subconsciously took a step back when Harry called her name.

She saw it! Saw me using the Killing Curse! Harry screamed frantically. The voice in his head began to bewitch him again, but he would never agree.

Harry reached out to explain, but stopped when he saw the water and fear in Ginny's eyes.

He, Harry Potter, just cast the Unforgivable Curse.

Harry lowered his head and didn't dare to look at her, a strong sense of shame welled up in his heart, his stomach was overwhelmed, and he wanted to retch again. What would Ginny think of him? A potential dark wizard? Or Voldemort Second? He had been plagued by this rumor in his second year, when some people thought he was a more evil monster than Voldemort, so Voldemort wanted to get rid of him when he was a baby.

But when Harry knew that his mother's protection flowed in his blood, he completely lost this worry.

But now the fear has returned.

Without any knowledge reserves, he recited the worst of the Unforgivable Curses, and the power of the spell was not much worse than his Disarming Curse. This is the most terrifying thing.

He heard footsteps.

Is it escape? That's how it should be, Harry thought, he was surprised Ginny didn't wake up the others, maybe he should explain something, at least keep her from revealing it, but he couldn't think of a reason for doing so . A bigger worry arose, if Ginny told the others, what would they think of him?

Names flashed in his mind, Ron, Hermione, Sirius, Fred, George, Mrs. Weasley... The thought of Mrs. Weasley's eyes looking at him was no longer full of love, His heart began to ache.

Harry saw a pair of shoes.

He raised his head in astonishment, met his brown eyes, and the lines around Ginny's lips were tightly pressed.

"Is that all you want to avenge..." she said sadly.

"It was an accident!" Harry blurted out, and Ginny looked at him in surprise. "I mean, of course I want to defeat Voldemort, but not this way, not through the - er - Killing Curse."

Ginny carefully observed Harry's face. After a while, she seemed to confirm that he was telling the truth. She tossed her fiery red hair and asked bluntly, "What's going on?"

"I—" Harry opened his mouth, feeling a terrible headache, but from Ginny's expression, she must have an answer tonight.

"Okay." He compromised, walked towards the cushion, and sat down on it. Ginny sat down next to him. "The matter will start after the award ceremony. Me, Ron, Hermione and Professor Haipu were brought to the minister's office..."

Ginny listened quietly without interruption.

Harry stuttered a bit at first, but then became fluent. He talked about how he 'saw' Voldemort in the Great Hall of the Ministry of Magic, how he heard the conversation between Dumbledore and Ms. Burns with the help of Hermione, and how he felt when he got out of bed tonight. The buzzing sound, the exhilaration of chanting the Death Curse for the first time... Even all his worries were expressed in one go.

"Principal Dumbledore is right. You have a connection with the mysterious man, and it is this connection that makes you more susceptible to his influence." Ginny said softly.

"I always knew, but I just didn't expect it to be so close." Harry said sullenly, after confiding, he is in a much better mood now. "If it weren't for my inherent evil, there is only one possibility - Voldemort passed on his knowledge and experience to me. I don't know if he did it on purpose or not ~IndoMTL.com~ But I have now been affected - "

"Why do you say that?" Ginny squealed. "You're nothing like him - you think so too?" She looked at Harry confirmingly.

Harry suddenly became dry, and Ginny's face had a special expression under the flickering firelight. An impulse surged up, and he said loudly, "Of course I'm different from him! Anyone using this spell, that's Voldemort's way."

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Harry's tense heart relaxed, as if a heavy burden had been lifted. The constant buzzing in my head was gone.

Capturing Harry's determination, Ginny stroked her hair and smiled happily.

"Then what are you worried about?" She pulled Harry up from the cushion, "The most important thing you need to do now is to get a good night's sleep." She moved her face closer and kissed the corner of Harry's mouth lightly one time. "In my heart, you will always be the hero who defeated the Dark Lord."

Then she slipped away with light steps like a cunning cat.

Harry froze in place, as if he had been cast by a special magic, and his whole body was petrified.